How I enjoy being wrapped up real tight
Warmly curled up in a ball,
Visiting Dreamland so deep in the night,
Having no care at all!
Warmly curled up, no noise allowed,
There in my cozy bed;
Blankets on top, the pillow a cloud
Under my weary head.
Then comes the sun, and it’s time to rise,
Get up and greet the day.
But how I love to again close my eyes –
Dreamland’s my getaway!
For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Poetry Contest
This is the kind of poetry I grew up hearing,
so I tried to imitate the exact rhythm of the poem
I was inspired to copy and the innocent lyrical quality
of "The Swing" by Robert Louis Stevenson